What is she doing here? I think. The last time I heard she was being held in prison for taking part in the bombing.

I clench my fists. She's part of the reason why Uriah is gone. Dead. It's partly Tobias's fault too, but I suppose all people would rather put the blame on someone they dislike rather than someone they love.

I see her slip out the door, and without thinking I begin to follow her.

Was she looking for someone? Tobias? Or maybe...Logan? I shake my head. That wouldn't make sense. I doubt they even know each other.

I walk quickly down the corridors, looking in every direction, but it doesn't seem as if anyone's here.

Maybe I imagined it...? I shouldn't have had those four glasses of champagne... I might as well head back.

I spin around and suddenly find myself face-to-face with someone.

"Looking for me?" Nita smirks. Her voice is exactly how I remembered it: high-pitched and contemptuous.

"Why aren't you still in jail?" is the first thing that pops out of my mouth.

"They decided I'd served enough punishment," she shrugs nonchalantly.

I notice that her speech is slurred. She must've had too much to drink; Nita's swaying and her eyes are unfocused. She balances herself by holding onto a railing.

"I thought I'd have a little fun tonight, but I couldn't find Tobias," she twirls a strand of hair around her finger.

I clench my teeth. "Nita, just do me a favor and stay away from the both of us."

"Aren't you the one who followed me here?"

I want to slap that smug look off her face.

"We kissed, you know." She says, looking alert all of a sudden.

"What?"

"That time he met me alone at night. We kissed. To be fair, I kissed him first, but he didn't pull away." She pauses, taking in my expression. "I guess he never told you, did he?"

"You're lying. Tobias would never do that." I say, but even I can hear the doubt in my voice. "And we promised we'd always be honest with each other," The last part comes out in a whisper. Is what she said the truth? I don't want to believe it.

I close my eyes. Then again, how many times have Tobias and I lied to each other? Countless.

"Do you actually think Tobias wants to be with someone like you?" Nita resumes her pervious composure. "You're pale, scrawny, ordinary. Why would he settle for that?" Each word she says cuts into me like a sharp knife.

I take a deep breath and try to gather my strength. "I'm more than everything you just said. I have my flaws, but that doesn't mean you can act like you're better than me. And don't try to ruin what Tobias and I have. You've already done enough damage to our relationship."

I look directly into her eyes. "I meant what I said before. Don't come near us ever again." I turn on my heel, wanting to forget this whole conversation.

"He doesn't love you," Nita calls out from behind me.

I exhale as I turn into a deserted hallway.

I can't stop shaking. Something that sounds like a choke or a sob escapes my throat, and I lean against a door to support myself.

Maybe I really don't deserve Tobias.

Why is he with me out of all the girls he could have?

I'm not pretty, not special...

My nails start to leave an imprint on my palm from clenching my fists so hard.

Muffled voices coming from within a room disrupts my thoughts. The sound of footsteps gets louder, and I quickly step away just as the door opens.

I can't make out who it is at first; it's too dark.

"Tris?" Logan's voice pierces the air. "What are you doing out here?"

"I thought I saw Christina come down this way," I lie.

Logan steps closer to me, examining my face. "Your eyes are a little red," His hand tilts my chin up.

"It's nothing, I'm just tired. And I probably had a little too much to drink." I muster a small smile. "Anyways, I should get back. Christina's probably still there. Have a good night,"

"You too, Tris." The door closes quietly behind him.

I let out a sigh, wiping my eyes with the back of my hands. Don't believe what Nita said-

A thud sounds at the end of the hall. My eyes flicker over. Was someone watching me this whole time?

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I say tentatively. Silence.

I bite my lip. I guess it was nothing.

I stop in front of Tobias's apartment. The door opens just as I raise my hand to knock.

"Tris." He says flatly.

"Sorry I'm late, I was-"

"With Logan. Again," He turns away.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I follow him onto the balcony. The cool evening air surrounds us.

It takes a while before he speaks again. "I saw you two the other time in his office, hugging. I didn't think anything of it. But then today, after you said you'd meet me here, all I see is you running out after him. I saw you in the hallway together, and you were standing so close," He looks away, and I see traces of pain on his face.

"That day he hugged me in consolation." I explain. "It was the day I remembered what happened with Will." I look down at the floor. "And just then... I didn't leave to go after him. I left because I saw Nita."

Tobias looks surprised. "She was there?"

I nod, then avert my gaze. "She mentioned you when we talked."

"What did she say?"

"That you guys kissed." It comes out in a whisper, so quiet I'm not sure he even heard it.

"Tris." Tobias sounds stunned. "I can promise you that never happened. I don't know why Nita said that." He places his hand my forearm, trying to get me to look at him. "I wasn't lying when I said I wasn't interested in anyone but you,"

I grip the railing and look into the distance. The sun is setting, and the sky is streaked with orange and violet.

"Can I ask you a question?" I turn to face him.

"Go ahead."

"Did you think I liked Logan?"

He pushes his hair back out of his eyes. "Yeah. You guys are close. And you see each other all the time; sometimes more often than we get to see each other."

"That's only because he's my psychologist."

Tobias ignores my reasoning. "You always seem happy around him. Free. Different than what you're like around me,"

I pause. "I didn't really notice that. I don't know, he makes it so I feel like I can tell him anything, and he'll be there to help out."

"Why don't you go to me?" He sounds helpless.

The question startles me. I don't have an instant reply. "I... I've already put you through a lot. I didn't want to burden you, so I mostly kept my problems a secret. Besides, I'm not used to being that way around you,"

"What way?" He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"Weak, I guess. Aren't you used to seeing me as "brave" and "strong" and everything?"

"Tris. I love you. For who you are. I know that you can't- no one can- be put-together all the time. I'm here to help you, okay? Whenever you need me."

He wraps an arm around my shoulders, and I lean into him.

"Do you think we could try to trust each other more from now?"

He nods. "Yeah. We'll always be there for each other."

We end up sitting on the floor of his balcony, his arms surrounding me. My head falls sleepily onto his chest. I can faintly feel him stroking my hair.

"Why did you want me to meet you here before?" I mumble into his shirt.

Tobias shifts a little beneath me. "I had something to show you,"

"What was it?" I lift my head up and look at him curiously. I'm completely alert now.

"Do you really want to see it?"

I nod.

He places his hands on my waist and lifts me up so I'm standing. His eyebrows pucker for a moment and he looks slightly uncomfortable.

"Is something wrong?" I say hesitantly.

He shakes his head. Tobias slips out of his jacket, then takes the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

I stare at the ink on his skin. I can never get used to seeing him this way.

Tobias looks at me, then hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, pulling them down slightly.

Wait... What? Is he taking off his pants?

I feel my face turn a bright shade of red. What do I do?

Thankfully, Tobias doesn't continue. Instead, he bites his lip and says, "I got a tattoo for you," He slowly moves his hand out of the way, and I see a number inked onto his skin.

6.

"Tobias," I breathe. "You didn't have to- I mean, it's-"

"You're not comfortable with it?" He asks worriedly.

"No! It's not that. I just... didn't expect you to do anything like this." I kneel on the floor to get a better look. My finger gently traces the marked skin on his hip. "You should've gotten '4' tattooed beside it," I grin. "Or maybe I'll get that on my hip."

"You should," Tobias's smile matches mine.

I stand up. "Thank you," I kiss him once, softly, on the lips. I rest my forehead against his. "For all of this; for not giving up on us. I'm glad I have you,"

He places a strand of hair behind my ear. "We mend each other, don't we?"

We're so close our breaths mix together. I can feel his heart beating just above mine.

"I love you." I say.

"I love you, Tris."

Tobias cups my face in his hands and kisses me, and we continue until the last rays of sunlight disappear.